Faustus bursts into the room suddenly. "And he's not wearing it if he's to be within our quarters." The mask was a liability. If anything he wanted to destroy it, but Cahin would never allow that.
Okay... but his biography says as a young man his village was attacked yet it's only been four months. Fix that please. He's 50 but... just, fix it. xD
Accepted, I suppose. I don't quite understand his powers, please explain in detail. He can change the state of objects? Or just make things seem different than they are? And I don't like his age. Pretty much at the age of ten he has no magic capabilities but basics. Maybe edit that a little higher, since he'd be worn out after several seconds of illusions.
** You could probably hear them. They're quite loud and nearly outside at the stables. You'd just have to climb the wall, kill a guard or archer or two, and then you'd find them not fifty meters ahead of you.
I'm strict because I said this is a professional roleplay. I want people who put effort into it and want to try. I will not be accepting you. Your applications still aren't that good after being edited. You even included a "lolz cats version".
See, that's the point. They're gods. I've not revealed any more information, you'll have to find out how to kill them IC. It was a reference to lighting a fire among the bushes, simple magic that would burn down a whole forest.
You forgot the #!#, but I trust you not to make any more mistakes. Also, I was going to make the same type of character... already had the avatar for him too. Want to use this and edit his appearance a bit? xD
I was going to make my application on a reserved slot, but I was on Steam Friends talking and forgot to reserve the slot. By the time I was going to post it he had already posted his app.
Denied once again Poke, please stop applying. No more chances..
Jumjummju, I just want this to be a professional roleplay. I want to introduce newer roleplayers to the forums and get them into the community, but I'm not giving handouts to people that I know won't be learning anything in their time here like Poke. He'd just bring roleplay down and be a nuisance. I'm looking for serious roleplayers that can devote time, atleast two hours a day, and know how to roleplay effectively and with reason.
This isn't a server. I suppose I haven't clarified on that.
But, you just made a short application that doesn't have creative elements. Like, you're fast. Cool, but how original is that? I can write up an application that spans half of this page over a character like that if I wanted to. If you're going to be unoriginal, at least make the application lengthy and worth my read.
And if there's a number that's below ten, you use the actual word, not it's number.
Ex:
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
10.
11.
12.
It's just proper English to use the actual word. Good writer, alright English, but just a bit of fine-tuning. We're all making mistakes though, I'm not the perfect writer either. If you go edit in some things, make your application better and longer, maybe get some more original powers, then we may talk. (:
** I'm sorry, but all of you need to work on your English before you apply. Not that creative and you have kinda bad English. Maybe if you all can improve it and come back with slightly longer applications. **
I had a good run. I stayed longer then I ever would expect. But all great things come to an end. A name many serious roleplayers will know is Absolete. I'm sure some of you might remember me for a while. I'm leaving for now. Contact me at [email protected] if you're interested in meeting up again. Just remember I won't forget my stay. You made my life go that extra block higher and better when I visited. Everyone did. But I'm leaving now, to live a real life instead of a virtual life. Please, don't be afraid to contact me. Goodbye, everyone. I hope you enjoy your stay here at Forum Roleplaying, albeit how terribly bad it has become.
The era of magic is upon us.
Four months have passed since the day they fell. Destroyers of worlds. Killers of life. They seem to take pride in their work, giving you the ability to destroy them yet always besting you. They play with their victims. For weeks... even months at a time. They are unstoppable. They do not talk without reason, and do not give themselves names. We have all been gifted some sort of power... yet it can't help us. Society stands, yet falls at their leisure. With a single glance they can drain a person's life force in seconds. Some of us have formed squads trying to take the pair down. Two of them is all it takes to slowly pound the world to a grinding halt. It's the Era of Magic. Or as we like to call it, the end.
More information and OOC plot;
Basically, the pair of unknown figures have crash landed on the planet in a rather desolate desert continent that is mostly uninhabited. Slowly they have destroyed villages, tormented any being who passes their way. If they want, they may melt a forest to ash with a single glance. They're two gods walking on Earth. They hold the power to give everyone on Earth their own special abilities, and do so.
You have received one of these abilities. They do not go as far as lifting mountains and throwing them, but they may be particularly powerful. At most you will have heightened reflexes, telekinesis, or other gifted abilities. Some creatures have evolved due to the magic into fierce creatures. You must venture into the wild, over mountains, through harsh deserts, and tough out the worst of storms to find the pair of god-like people and kill them.
This is medieval, and there is no cars, or guns. Crossbows, bows, and slingshots are common weapons of war and hunting. Swords are regularly used.
If anyone is interested in a special role, please PM me. You cannot have a character already, and must be willing to control several characters. Not at once, however. Just NPCs and a few others. Having a Steam account would be nice so we can talk easier, however it's not needed.
We found one. Neilsaur. :biggrin.gif:
Rules of the RP;
Rule 1; Proper spelling and grammar would be a plus, even if you aren't amazing at roleplay.
Rule 2; Reread and double reread the post before you, so you make no mistakes and look silly.
Rule 3; Double posting is frowned upon, and only used if completely needed.
Rule 4; If you're not responded to IC, (in-character) you may either void the speech or, if a moderator approves, talk for them. But only if you use their personality.
Rule 5; If I do not respond to your application, whining to accept you will make me say no. Don't do it.
Rule 6; If you've read these thoroughly, put #!# at the end of your application. Make it visible.
Rule 7; THIS RP IS MINECRAFT-RELATED. If you wish to unearth dirt, use a shovel. If you wish to speed it up, use diamond. If you wish to farm, you can use a hoe.
Rule 8; If there already is a bunch of one class, like wizards or something, and you decide to be one, I'll probably deny you, so keep it varied. There is no hard limit, though.
Rule 9; Character's names don't have to be regular names, they can be something like Harsse Darken, but don't do something like Amanda Hugnkiss.
Rule 10; Signify in some way it's OOC (out of character) by symbols, such as * or ((
Rule 11; Ask a moderator for a time-change or weather-change via OOC symbols, but only if needed. You can do whatever you need to through the night. You don't need day to be able to cook.
Rule 12; No god-modding, and don't even try to control others characters.
Rule 13; If you somehow find an item in-game, do not make it overpowered. It may be magical or enchanted, but nothing more then a simple spell.
Character Creation;
Basically, just don't be a loser and make your character a giant troll who eats everyone. Instead, loosen him up a bit and make the magicka take a toll on his physical appearance. It would be better to make a misshapen troll-looking man with a stomach of steel, able to eat anything. You may absorb spells thrown at you and literally swallow them into non-existence, or belch a shockwave. Anything is possible, as long as it makes sense and isn't overpowered.
Application form;
[b]Name;[/b]
[b]Age;[/b]
[b]Powers;[/b]
[b]Appearance;[/b]
[b]Biography;[/b]
[b]Additional info;[/b]
[b]Want me to add anything;[/b]
Absolete's Tiuk, 7'2 barbarian with a side of intelligence. Neilsaur, playing NPCs and the Gods. Jumjummju's Lazarus, quick-tempered 19 year old with control of fire.
69FoYou's Ysmeil, slender yet tall illusionist.
TheCyanTortoise's Telm, powerful phrase-sayer of a young age. FlyingPig29's Aracus, radiation-bender.
My application;
Name;
Tiuk.
Age;
73. His people normally live to be a hundred and fifty.
Powers;
Tiuk holds the strength of ten men. His right hook is like no other, and has broken it's fair share of bones. Along with this strength, Tiuk has been blessed with intelligence. Some say it is a good combination, while he thinks it is rather silly and unneeded.
Appearance;
Tiuk has long hair, down to his shoulders. He has not groomed or cut it in a very long time, however. A goatee of white also hangs. Along with his pure white hair he holds red eyes, a mark of his new-found powers. Among his dark facial features is a massive scar going along one eye, which he does not see out of. Upon his shoulders are leather pauldrons, with various creatures of the nights' teeth and claws. The same goes for wrist protection. Upon his deep brown chest are tribal markings of sort, a coming-of-age tattoo grouping that his village holds. Tiuk, if he is not carrying his axe, has it slung upon his back. To say the least, the double-bladed axe is massive and you don't want to go near it. It's edges are fine-toned steel, cut down to an amazingly sharp edge. Inside of it's center are two gems, shining a bright white.
Biography;
Tiuk is not your normal snow-hunter. He was but a lowly peasant in an ice-cold village on an ice-cold continent. Others of his village preferred bows, or other projectiles. Tiuk, however, was more of an axe person. As fast as his feet would carry him he would charge after his prey, mostly arctic deer. However, he was also known as a bit of a wolf hunter. Although he was not the best at hunting, he had the most exotic way. This earned the attention of the Chieftain, a massive beast of a man. He banished Tiuk for playing a child's game in a serious time. Of course, the Chieftain didn't live to see another day as his head rolled along the ground.
Tiuk was out of the village before anyone could scream. He always was a bit crazy. Not a play with dead people crazy, but a crazy where you have silly ideas and sometimes speak to yourself. Through a year of traversing the world he has stumbled upon a group of friends. People who share his ideals, enjoy his exotic ways. Twenty plus people, all gathering. Through careful consideration and offers of peace he starts a village, far from others. This would be his own to mold. No one would be banished for hunting a deer their own way. As long as they feed themselves and help others they would be welcome.
Of course, that all ended once the pair of "gods" descended. His village was attacked in the third month, as they were settling upon a desert continent. In a matter of minutes the blossoming village was burned to the ground and the people slaughtered. Tiuk himself would have been, had it not been for his new-found strength. He was going to die as a hero, taking one of them to their graves. Of course, that was what he thought. It never happened. His axe split down one's shoulder, but it merely shrugged Tiuk off with a burst of air.
Never before had Tiuk been ashamed of himself like he was when he cracked his head against a tree and passed out. Only two survivors out of thirty. Even then, they were dieing. Tiuk awoke to screams of terror and pain. He would not help them... only run. Run until he could not anymore. His rage was that of no other, but he could not fight back. Tiuk has been wandering since then. For jobs, for friends, for anything.
Additional info;
Tiuk is fond of raw fish. Incredibly fond.
Want me to add anything;
DINOSAURS! LOTS AND LOTS OF DINOSAURS!
Because not only is Neilsaur a professional at what he does, he is respected. He's been here longer than most everyone and has earned every ounce of respect and care he receives. And he doesn't create a roleplay every month, he's only made... what, three? Four?
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Faustus bursts into the room suddenly. "And he's not wearing it if he's to be within our quarters." The mask was a liability. If anything he wanted to destroy it, but Cahin would never allow that.
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I'll edit it in later before we start.
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Jumjummju, I just want this to be a professional roleplay. I want to introduce newer roleplayers to the forums and get them into the community, but I'm not giving handouts to people that I know won't be learning anything in their time here like Poke. He'd just bring roleplay down and be a nuisance. I'm looking for serious roleplayers that can devote time, atleast two hours a day, and know how to roleplay effectively and with reason.
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But, you just made a short application that doesn't have creative elements. Like, you're fast. Cool, but how original is that? I can write up an application that spans half of this page over a character like that if I wanted to. If you're going to be unoriginal, at least make the application lengthy and worth my read.
And if there's a number that's below ten, you use the actual word, not it's number.
Ex:
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
10.
11.
12.
It's just proper English to use the actual word. Good writer, alright English, but just a bit of fine-tuning. We're all making mistakes though, I'm not the perfect writer either. If you go edit in some things, make your application better and longer, maybe get some more original powers, then we may talk. (:
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Four months have passed since the day they fell. Destroyers of worlds. Killers of life. They seem to take pride in their work, giving you the ability to destroy them yet always besting you. They play with their victims. For weeks... even months at a time. They are unstoppable. They do not talk without reason, and do not give themselves names. We have all been gifted some sort of power... yet it can't help us. Society stands, yet falls at their leisure. With a single glance they can drain a person's life force in seconds. Some of us have formed squads trying to take the pair down. Two of them is all it takes to slowly pound the world to a grinding halt. It's the Era of Magic. Or as we like to call it, the end.You have received one of these abilities. They do not go as far as lifting mountains and throwing them, but they may be particularly powerful. At most you will have heightened reflexes, telekinesis, or other gifted abilities. Some creatures have evolved due to the magic into fierce creatures. You must venture into the wild, over mountains, through harsh deserts, and tough out the worst of storms to find the pair of god-like people and kill them.
This is medieval, and there is no cars, or guns. Crossbows, bows, and slingshots are common weapons of war and hunting. Swords are regularly used.
If anyone is interested in a special role, please PM me. You cannot have a character already, and must be willing to control several characters. Not at once, however. Just NPCs and a few others. Having a Steam account would be nice so we can talk easier, however it's not needed.We found one. Neilsaur. :biggrin.gif:
Rules of the RP;
Rule 1; Proper spelling and grammar would be a plus, even if you aren't amazing at roleplay.
Rule 2; Reread and double reread the post before you, so you make no mistakes and look silly.
Rule 3; Double posting is frowned upon, and only used if completely needed.
Rule 4; If you're not responded to IC, (in-character) you may either void the speech or, if a moderator approves, talk for them. But only if you use their personality.
Rule 5; If I do not respond to your application, whining to accept you will make me say no. Don't do it.
Rule 6; If you've read these thoroughly, put #!# at the end of your application. Make it visible.
Rule 7; THIS RP IS MINECRAFT-RELATED.
If you wish to unearth dirt, use a shovel. If you wish to speed it up, use diamond. If you wish to farm, you can use a hoe.Rule 8; If there already is a bunch of one class, like wizards or something, and you decide to be one, I'll probably deny you, so keep it varied. There is no hard limit, though.Rule 9; Character's names don't have to be regular names, they can be something like Harsse Darken, but don't do something like Amanda Hugnkiss.
Rule 10; Signify in some way it's OOC (out of character) by symbols, such as * or ((
Rule 11; Ask a moderator for a time-change or weather-change via OOC symbols, but only if needed. You can do whatever you need to through the night. You don't need day to be able to cook.
Rule 12; No god-modding, and don't even try to control others characters.
Rule 13; If you somehow find an item in-game, do not make it overpowered. It may be magical or enchanted, but nothing more then a simple spell.
Basically, just don't be a loser and make your character a giant troll who eats everyone. Instead, loosen him up a bit and make the magicka take a toll on his physical appearance. It would be better to make a misshapen troll-looking man with a stomach of steel, able to eat anything. You may absorb spells thrown at you and literally swallow them into non-existence, or belch a shockwave. Anything is possible, as long as it makes sense and isn't overpowered.
Accepted Applications;
Italic underlined = Me.
Bold= inactive.
Italic= respected member.
Underlined= moderator.
Absolete's Tiuk, 7'2 barbarian with a side of intelligence.
Neilsaur, playing NPCs and the Gods.
Jumjummju's Lazarus, quick-tempered 19 year old with control of fire.
69FoYou's Ysmeil, slender yet tall illusionist.
TheCyanTortoise's Telm, powerful phrase-sayer of a young age.
FlyingPig29's Aracus, radiation-bender.
My application;
Name;
Tiuk.
Age;
73. His people normally live to be a hundred and fifty.
Powers;
Tiuk holds the strength of ten men. His right hook is like no other, and has broken it's fair share of bones. Along with this strength, Tiuk has been blessed with intelligence. Some say it is a good combination, while he thinks it is rather silly and unneeded.
Appearance;
Tiuk has long hair, down to his shoulders. He has not groomed or cut it in a very long time, however. A goatee of white also hangs. Along with his pure white hair he holds red eyes, a mark of his new-found powers. Among his dark facial features is a massive scar going along one eye, which he does not see out of. Upon his shoulders are leather pauldrons, with various creatures of the nights' teeth and claws. The same goes for wrist protection. Upon his deep brown chest are tribal markings of sort, a coming-of-age tattoo grouping that his village holds. Tiuk, if he is not carrying his axe, has it slung upon his back. To say the least, the double-bladed axe is massive and you don't want to go near it. It's edges are fine-toned steel, cut down to an amazingly sharp edge. Inside of it's center are two gems, shining a bright white.
Biography;
Tiuk is not your normal snow-hunter. He was but a lowly peasant in an ice-cold village on an ice-cold continent. Others of his village preferred bows, or other projectiles. Tiuk, however, was more of an axe person. As fast as his feet would carry him he would charge after his prey, mostly arctic deer. However, he was also known as a bit of a wolf hunter. Although he was not the best at hunting, he had the most exotic way. This earned the attention of the Chieftain, a massive beast of a man. He banished Tiuk for playing a child's game in a serious time. Of course, the Chieftain didn't live to see another day as his head rolled along the ground.
Tiuk was out of the village before anyone could scream. He always was a bit crazy. Not a play with dead people crazy, but a crazy where you have silly ideas and sometimes speak to yourself. Through a year of traversing the world he has stumbled upon a group of friends. People who share his ideals, enjoy his exotic ways. Twenty plus people, all gathering. Through careful consideration and offers of peace he starts a village, far from others. This would be his own to mold. No one would be banished for hunting a deer their own way. As long as they feed themselves and help others they would be welcome.
Of course, that all ended once the pair of "gods" descended. His village was attacked in the third month, as they were settling upon a desert continent. In a matter of minutes the blossoming village was burned to the ground and the people slaughtered. Tiuk himself would have been, had it not been for his new-found strength. He was going to die as a hero, taking one of them to their graves. Of course, that was what he thought. It never happened. His axe split down one's shoulder, but it merely shrugged Tiuk off with a burst of air.
Never before had Tiuk been ashamed of himself like he was when he cracked his head against a tree and passed out. Only two survivors out of thirty. Even then, they were dieing. Tiuk awoke to screams of terror and pain. He would not help them... only run. Run until he could not anymore. His rage was that of no other, but he could not fight back. Tiuk has been wandering since then. For jobs, for friends, for anything.
Additional info;
Tiuk is fond of raw fish. Incredibly fond.
Want me to add anything;
DINOSAURS! LOTS AND LOTS OF DINOSAURS!
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